Incoherence Everywhere Discovered Anew
The horror-shows of ancient Gaul
Can now be seen at Oak Park Mall
By closing either eye
And giving out a sigh
To show the passers-by
The stout, the stunted and the tall
The hootchy-kootchy shows of old Bombay
Can now be witnessed every Saturday
By shutting down the mind
And if you aren't blind
You'll join the unrefined
Stumbling, bumbling every which way
The half-unveilèd shows of old Siam
Can now be seen 'twixt spiels of Victor Kiam
By dropping LSD
And keeping company
With those who choose to see
If Asian girls can sing "How Dry I Am".
The haunting lyric shows that Old King Cole
Was just a dosser on the dole
Who lived life on the fiddle
Whispering, 'Hey diddle, diddle,'
And solving every riddle
Raised by shots heard from the grassy knoll
| Contributors: | Roland, Helen Owly, Apsley, Beefy, Dassn't Say, F, TG, Kansas Sam, KD, Will H, Big Andy, will h. |
| Poem finished: | 23rd March 2005 by Roland. |